Her Eyes Are Blue

Eyes as blue As the sea Or the sky But the sea is so green And it's seven twenty AM Just look at the sky Do you see? Pale orange yellow Grays and blues Deep purple pink Or a bright bloody red Blue as the sea Doesn't do justice Catches the surface And nothing much more Not the murky navy deeps Nor the crystal clear on top Or the glassy green from far Or the pale bubbly foam Blue as the sky Tells me nothing Is it winter, gray and pale? Is it spring, light and bright? Is it summer saturated? Or is it maybe fall? And what about dawn? And what about dusk? Are they captured in Her blue blue eyes? And how can eyes Be just one color? Flecks of something darker and Sprinkles of something else Her eyes are not Just as blue as the sky Unless they are spring Summer winter and fall And the dawn and the dusk and Her eyes are not Just as blue as the sea unless they are shallow And green, and far deep